Witch crone voice: Everly

Witch crone voice, cackling, wheedling, and wicked

Prompt: Here's a witch-crone voice—cracked, reedy, and cackling, sweet as poisoned honey one moment and sharp as a thorn the next. The register warbles and creaks, rising into gleeful hag-shrieks, dropping into confidential wheedling murmurs. There's a fairy-tale, cauldron-stirring wickedness to it, delighted by its own mischief. It sounds like a voice that has lived alone in the deep woods for three hundred years and finds the misfortune of travelers absolutely delicious.

Script: Come in, come in, dearie. Don't mind the bones by the door. They're only for decoration, mostly. You look tired. Hungry, perhaps? Old Morgwyn has a lovely stew on the fire. Oh, yes! Been simmering for days. Have a bowl, have two. What's in it? Oh, this and that.